If I showed you my soul would you cover your eyes?

Wren's fangs pierced Bellamy's cheek, and she was momentarily hit with the scent of blood. It poured from the wound, and she resisted coughing in disgust. Her spars had never been about drawing blood, so the shock flew her eyes open briefly. As if apologizing for her slight. But then it was back to business. It was clear the woman would fight tooth and nail for a home, to prove herself...

That at least earned respect.

She let go, leaning back just as Bellamy lifted them. Euryale dove again, trying to attack the companions that harassed Wren. Knowing the woman had leather bracers on her front legs to protect her, the peregrine went for the Devil. She beat wings against the companion, flailing her beak in an attempt to force it away from Wren.

The brunette allowed Bellamy to lift them and dove again at the neck. With arms around her neck and her face buried in Bellamy's fur, it was a sort of strange pseudo dance they weaved. Wren tried to keep herself balanced, momentarily stumbling against Bellamy heavily as the Devil staggered her. All it did was force fangs into the other woman's scruff.

The bracers had done their part to shield most of her from Whiskers.

"Speech"